12:00 noon: The Chew. More food stuff, and silly antics with people who appear to be friends. It’s like being at a dinner party…

1:00.p.m. is the Dead Zone. Time for a bath. That, my friends, is another story for another blog. You don’t want to miss that one, or maybe you do; I’ll give you a head’s up so you can decide for yourself.

2:00 p.m.: The Doctors. Now we’re into important stuff, like medical advances and plastic surgery and weird trends in human nature. Like a trans-gender man getting pregnant and giving birth. He is both the father and the mother. I saw the baby, and I don’t quite understand the logistics, but I’m incredibly amazed and proud of him (and his partner) for being the person he wants to be. You go,dude. Or dude-ette. Your life, your choice, and I applaud you for your courage. I should be so brave.

3:00 p.m.: Dr. Oz. He’s gotten a little commercial, but he’s still one of my mentors and motivators. Today’s episode (and his entire upcoming season, as well as his mission in life), deals with “you” becoming the best you that you can be. I actually subscribe to his print magazine. It comes in the mail. Yes, the mail. Dr. Oz’s main focus is nutrition. I became a CNC a few years back. I wonder sometimes what happened to that version of me. I have theories, and I could tell you, but that’s another blog.

4:00: Ellen. She’s my go-to girl. Dance. Comedy. Current events. Fun and more fun. Laughter and joy and funny cat videos. Philanthropism and altruism. And truth. She makes me feel SO good. I once saw her in concert in Milwaukee, orchestra-pit seats. up-close, personal, and wonderful.

5:00: Jeopardy. Forget that. I’m not a brainiac. I always lose. But it’s 5:00 somewhere. It’s 5:00 here. That’s when I would normally come home and make dinner.

I begin to wonder why this kind of programming (hopeful, hilarious and helpful) is not available in Prime Time Hours, during which otherwise is aired scary-reality-news, or dramatic and unrealistic fabrications of some other unrealistic drama of life (in which [said shows] is where I choose to lose myself during my incontinent weekdays, thinking why can’t I write that kind of stuff?!), and, btw, who makes those decisions? (I think we do.)

Then I remembered: life is on demand now, to those who have access to life on demand.

I do not. (There are a couple of different subjects under discussion here right now, btw.)

And sometimes I think, I am better off than many, many others, and less better off than…some others.

Dramatic pause…

It’s getting dark.

But it’s5:00: Somewhere. It’s 5:00 here.

Shall it be wine, or last night’s potatoes?

Wine. It’s (officially) Friday, after all.

And they’re both carbs, but wine is more fun than potatoes. Especially when it’s not a dinner party. Care to join me?

BTW, I don't actually smoke during my workouts, though i I once took a last drag between sets of bicep curls. A year ago, I was <this> close to finally quitting, but then I got blind-sided and side-tracked.